Recently I purchased my first Mac. I quickly discovered that the Mac vs PC discussion is a touchy subject for some people and found it very ironic when a heated debate arose on my facebook wall.
I purchased a Mac because they have the reputation of working. Everytime. I don’t care that you can’t play games on a Mac as well as you can on a PC. I don’t care that you can’t watch movies to a high standard. I don’t even like playing computer games or watching movies. I don’t even care that you can’t customise it. I don’t even know how to customise computers, and, after watching my husband “improve” his PC, I wouldn’t want him to even try and customise my Mac. All I want to do is turn on my computer, use the internet, word process and then get on with my merry life without having to spend half of the day encountering problems. If I have to pay a little more for this reliability, then it’s money well spent in my opinion.
I should say here that the intention of this post is not to highlight the validity of my purchase. Neither is it weigh into the debate on Mac vs PC. If you want to have that debate at the end of this post go ahead, just don’t expect me to join in. I actually just want to relay this morning’s computer related events that I found vaguely amusing.
Having awoken to a beautiful winter Townsville morning, I decided to try and chat to my parents via Google chat. Unfortunately they were having technology issues at their end (they’re PC people) so the conversation didn’t take place. Throughout this time, Nathan had been on the upstairs desktop (PC) for well over three hours, trying to get a sermon written and some other pieces of work done. Every 3-4 minutes he popped down to see me while his computer restarted. Apparently he was having some troubles. What can I say, he has a PC. Lunchtime rolled by and he joined me for some Indian curry before returning to the computer to try and get some work done. It was about this time that I stared to hear banging coming from upstairs. Things were not going so well. Graciously I offered to let him use my Mac so he could get the work done. He told me that he’d been intending to do this all morning, if only he could retrieve the work he’d started on the PC. I don’t know about you, but spending roughly four hours trying to open a document seems a little unproductive.
It’s now about an hour after the banging stopped and I haven’t seen or heard from him in awhile. I don’t know if this means the computer is working or if he’s found a book to read. Most likely the latter.
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I feel his pain. I too am a PC owner, and the only reason I haven’t switched is familiarity.
Just be careful, I think Mac users should also invest in backup. Cinta recently had problems and lost EVERYTHING… well most things! I have tried to get my lovely wife to backup her stuff (more against theft than failure I admit) but there have been time when the almighty Mac has been temperamental and not turned on until it was good and ready.
I never have to reboot my computer… except for when I attempt to change the font I’m using on my photomanip program from 70 to 80 and don’t hit the delete button properly, resulting in me telling the program to use size 7080 font, and the program freaking out and freezing, probably thinking something along the lines of “I DON’T HAVE A FONT THAT BIG!!”
Yeah, I’ve learnt to check what I’ve typed in those fields before hitting ‘enter’ from now on :(
Backup is always important. The one time you don’t…
But Time Machine that comes with Leopard on Mac is brilliant, and you can get a 1TB drive for around $100 now. A LOT cheaper than trying to rebuild all your files.